So much has changed yet much has remained centre-stage. The new body of work is increasing, albeit still slowly. I’m absorbed in the process itself. By that I mean, this iterative method I use is revealing minute aspects I’d overlooked before, to the point where every...

Reading back over my last post, I'm saddened by how angry and negative it sounds to me now. But transitions are messy and I'm still within that process. Because of the implications of the Covid-19 virus, in late February I decided to cancel my solo exhibition in...

This work is failing….in one sense. I’ve finally turned a familiar process used over many years, into a commodity. It has little going for it aesthetically yet I kept pushing it towards what felt like a solution…of sorts. Maybe ‘conclusion’ is a more accurate...

  I’ve been looking closely at seaweed once again, as I walk along the shoreline each day, particularly the way it enfolds, wrapping into itself. Beginning this piece about 10 days ago, I look at it now and feel really intrigued, I’m pulled in and find myself...

The ritual of quietly adding to the textile reflects my day; each gesture adds another phrase to the textile’s evolving narrative, as it exists in my here and now. Did the first woman to work on this cloth’s surface well over 100 years ago, do the same each day as I...

    Figure 1 ‘I intend to try and work harmoniously with all of my evolving selves’. I wrote these words in August 2018, my last blogpost. At that time, I had little idea, to be honest, of what this well meant intention would entail and how this in turn,...